Blonde Like Strawberry
Rolling golden green hills
of northern Kalifornia.
Happy cows play on swings,
happy goats and sheep too.
Makes for happy milk, happy cheese,
So they Say.....
Blonde like Strawberry,
Thru the eyes of the father,
from the lips of the mother,
Welcome to a new day.
Like cool rain in Summer,
Like unburied Treasure.
The adventure of a Life (time).
May we grow you straight
Copyright © Stephen Barry | Year Posted 2015
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